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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Since I didn't receive my copy of the Coded Racism Handbook that Michael Toure seems to think was passed out to all conservatives I have to look for these codes without any guidance. And I think I found it in an interview with Marc Morial, the head of the National Urban League (you can listen to the whole thing below). During the interview he talks about values and he talks about the 'seductive marketing' that Nike puts forth on the LeBron James shoes.

So I'm hearing that the types of people who would buy these shoes are stupid enough to do it when they could be buying a computer or school supplies or food or whatever. And it seems to intimate that parents aren't able to control the purchases for their children. Further, they are dumb enough to fall for Nike's apparently mind-bending advertisements. And so he thinks that Nike shouldn't sell the shoe (blaming the item rather than the buyer). I didn't hear anything about LeBron James pulling his name from the shoes to make them less marketable, oddly enough. Or maybe not oddly enough.

As a reminder, here's what happened with the release of Nike Air Jordans in December 2011.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Adding my thanks to those of Mr B for the comments, emails, calls, and texts the last few days. We're blessed to have such good friends and folks who are willing to reach out, tell their stories,lend their understanding, and to share words that helped to bring them some measure of peace.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Doing the right thing takes a lot of work, a lot of searching your heart, your mind, your soul, your motivations. It takes strength of will. It takes selflessness. Very often it causes your heart to break because you're not thinking of yourself, but someone else and what's best for them, not for you.

Today we're having to do the right thing for Schmoo. My heart is broken and I'm prone to tears without warning. As hard as it is for me, I think it's three times as hard for B for a lot of reasons. She was Mr B's companion for almost 15 years and mine for five of those.

She guarded the bathroom door when I showered, played 'catch-me' when I'd come home, and was a steady gentle presence and anchor to our home. But the lymphoma progressed as cancers will and she was losing her smile, which was so much a part of her. We're at peace with the decision (as much as you can be with a decision like this) and have a vet willing to come to the house. We have friends who are mourning with us.

She's been enjoying people food for the last few days (steak last night and eggs with cheese and bacon this morning), having lost all interest in either dog or cat food. One minute she's dancing like a puppy when we go for rides in the car. The next, she's tired and her back legs are shaky and she falls trying to eat while standing. In other ways, she's letting us know that she's ready to go while she's not in pain (thanks to increased pills that are increasingly losing their efficacy). If I could give 15 years of my life to cure her I would in a heartbeat. I'll remember her like she was in this picture taken by Auntie Brigid:

I love you my funny puppy! Thank you for your lessons of patience and unconditional love and the gift of strength that allowed me to think beyond myself. Wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge please....

Sunday, August 5, 2012

I know that relatively recently, Tom Selleck ripped an extra on the set of Blue Bloods a new one because of improper firearms handling.

Today, I'm watching Magnum P.I. and notice that even during a firefight, Thomas keeps his finger off of the trigger unless he's actually firing. And he's careful not to point his firearm at a non-combatant either. Funny how you become more aware of the little things and kudos to Mr. Selleck for walking his talk, even when acting, even back in the day.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

So I'm having me my Chick-fil-A breakfast this morning kind of people watching and a young man comes in. Kinda hippy-like--long hair, twitchy, backpack. So I keep him in the corner of my vision wondering if he's there to start some shit. He hangs cool, gathers his food, and then, on his way out the door, exclaims:

"Walk in the shadow of the Lord, because the light will give you sunburn."

Not exactly sure what that means, but I'm sure now that his twitchiness was in anticipation of Pontificating this sentence before the Chick-fil-A audience that he probably spent all night crafting.